an emerald day for hazel eyes ( Read more... )

it's just one of those days when you want to sail through bubbling black lines ( Read more... )

Once upon a turning wheel, the hoofs of the snow ox, before a tangling of cloven compassion, I remarked it was a month that bore kind love, a month where I saw ones cheeks marked to mirror mine. The February that had borne kindness this February bursts with my cruelty ( Read more... )

On the day when thousands of hands unwrapped thousands of papers, gift wraps mainly in red, green and gold, marking the birth of a long forgotten sun god for new saviours , there were no angels on wooden benches in the purdy sunshine to smile purdy smiles at the heliosphile ( Read more... )

" The ship is coming! The ship is coming!" shouted one bystander. The trumpets blared and on the horizon the waves heaved under the weight of a ship, white sails billowing in the wind, coming closer, closer to the hill overlooking Ladywell. The trumpets blew as the sea grew, louder and louder, and then the sound of a horn as I squinted to make out ( Read more... )

at a wooden bench on a hill, I remember feeling the glow of an autumn sunset even though I did not see the sunset since I was staring into a blazing sea of hazel. when the sun set exactly, when the night turned dark, I did not notice. Instead I noticed buttons on surprising shirts, shades of pink against corduroy, and shoes that looked far from ( Read more... )

In an ocean the colour of a song singing how perfect you seem, I will not float as a mermaid, but wish instead to sink in the gravity that always pulls my heart to you. Faster than swashbuckling blades I wish for bloodstreams to spurt sea anemone flowers, to push out from bright veins and skin and fade glowing beneath plastic moonflowers; like a ( Read more... )

Perhaps that was me , perhaps not, anyway I look different now my hair ablaze with bright fiery colour, purple blending into a flaming vermillion, as if it's burning like the way I burned for the ghost of you. And then , how easy it is to contain that fire when you think that's all there is to it, when you tell yourself even flames are phantoms. Ah ( Read more... )

A thousand plastic lotuses glowed yellow amongst some thousands more. Near London city's arch,  Eels gave way to Very Important Peoples where Black Jacks were the acceptable game for the table and bracelets were gifted in Samsung blue. Young women teach me that sometimes it is far easier to stick on rainbow acrylic options when undecided what ( Read more... )

Before the turning of the winter solstice calendars were consulted about the turning of the wheel. Then came the unfurling of silk scarves for the turning of a year, and another, and another, group by group compounded in four months, days and weeks apart. Kneaded dough and pastries all declared at different points when the wheel turned into the ( Read more... )